It's hard for me to believe it actually happened - but it did. Let me tell you
about what happened to me just last month. Susan, my wife had invited over her
young boss to our home for drinks and a better chance to get acquainted with him
and his new girlfriend. I'm a forty-six-year-old paunchy male who was a fairly
good athlete in my younger years. My wife is about ten years younger than me and
she is very attractive. Maybe that's why I have allowed myself to be so
"pussy-wiped" over the eight years of our marriage. The fear of losing her to
some other man has made me anxious to serve her any ways she demands. Up until
very recently her demands (especially her sexual ones) have been kept fairly
private. But, don't let me get ahead of my story here. In any event when her
boss and his girlfriend arrived I was delighted. He seemed like a really nice
guy (in his late 20's), good- looking, muscular fellow. But my main delight was
reserved for his girlfriend who was a "stunner" - long blonde hair, long eye
lashes, beautiful skin and a body to die for. She certainly didn't seem to mind
showing it off either as she was dressed in a tight short skirt with a very low
cut scope neckline. I guess my ogling of her was enough to piss off my wife,
although I wasn't aware of it at the time. My wife is one of those women who
doesn't get mad, she just gets even. After we'd all had quite a bit to drink and
had really "warmed" up to one another, my wife brought up that I had been a
wrestler in college. Her boss, John said that he'd been fairly good at it when
he was in college as well. She kept bragging on me and telling John that I was
really good. She was feeding into my ego and I guess I never realized until
afterward that their was a sinister purpose for her high praises of my long ago
abilities. It was my wife who suggested a wrestling match and told her boss that
she was so sure that I'd win that we ought to make it very interesting for the
loser and winner. By that time as I had said we'd had quite a few drinks and it
all seemed reasonable to me even when my wife suggested that the winner would
get to have the other man's woman on the spot, and the loser would have to serve
and be the slave of the winner and his women and be subjected to his their every
whim. Every one jokingly agreed and the match was on! Both women watched with
great interest as we began to wrestle. I was determined to win as I wanted to
really get into the panties of John's girlfriend. However, I was no match for
John. He was younger and certainly in a lot better shape than I was. (Something
I'm sure my wife was well aware of and I should have been as well without my ego
getting in the way) There was no way I could win, because he instantly had me in
a hammerlock, threw me on the ground, picked me up again, and twisted my arm in
such a way that left me powerless. With his free hand he took off my shirt, and
then, to my embarrassment and the delight of the ladies, he unbuckled me and let
my pants slip down around my ankles. There I was being paraded around in my
nylon briefs. Both women touched me as I passed until I had a giant erection. My
wife, delighted by all this, took my briefs off to expose me totally to John and
his date. The victor then led me to his delicious blonde clad in nylons and
heels and playfully told her to take over. She took over his arm hold and, at
the same time, grabbed my hair and had me go down on my knees. She then ordered
me to perform whatever she came up with. I had to kiss the ground, beg like a
dog and twist into positions to show myself off to everyone present.. She then
let go of my arm and trampled me underfoot for a pin. I then removed her heels
and kissed her foot in total humiliation and degradation. She liked this and, in
a dramatic, defiant gesture, took her nylons off to allow. me to lick her toes
clean. By then John had proceeded to undress my wife and himself. With a lot of
encouragement from my wife he proceeded to mount her shoving his manhood deep
inside my wife's cunt right in front of me. My wife kept telling me how great he
was and that I'd better be a man about taking my loss because as soon as they
were done she had a little task for me to do. I'm sure you have figured out what
my cleanup task was - I obediently lapped her clean when they were done making
love. And not to let John's date out of the picture I was made to suck her out
until she climaxed as well. I know all this sounds a bit cruel and cold on my
wife's part, but in reality she knows that deep down I enjoy her humiliation -
although this was the first time it was done in front of other people. My wife
likes to see me perform as her little love-slave and has repeated similar
experiences with other people since then. I always get off super hard in these
degrading situations and she loves it! Let me tell you more in my next chapter!
Wrestler - Part 2
In my last note to you, I mentioned that my wife, Susan, had continued to
humiliate me after that night that I lost my wrestling match and my dignity to
her boss, John, while his is girlfriend certainly enjoyed her humiliation of me.
But I didn't give you any of the details as to how my wife had continued to
degrade me. She has now demanded that I tell you everything that happened after
that first night and include all of the humiliating details. After John and his
sexy date left, Susan continued to deride me and would not let up. Pointing out
how paunchy and out of shape I was she said that my desire to get into John's
girlfriend's panties (by the way, her name is Tina) was more in my mind than in
my body since I obviously wasn't strong enough to win her in a fair wrestling
match. This nagging continued the following morning over coffee. I had enough
and unleashed my ego again, "give me two weeks to get in shape and I'll whip
that young stud easily. I just need to lose a little weight and work out a bit."
Susan's reaction was a condescending and sarcastic, "Sure, ...sure, Mr. Macho".
That evening she came home from work and announced that John had agreed to a
rematch two weeks from the day when he had beaten and humiliated me. Two short
weeks... for the first few days I tried jogging in the morning and going to the
gym in the evening, but by the third day I was too tired to go out to the gym at
night and my resolve was weakening. Susan said nothing. For the next ten days, I
jogged occasionally and worked out once or twice when I wanted to get out of the
house. Since my physical conditioning wasn't going as well as I had imagined, I
dug out my wrestling books and reviewed some of the holds in the hope of
compensating for my age and limited fitness. John and Tina showed up at our
place as scheduled. Tina looked even sexier this time in a skin tight gold lame
blouse that made clear that she wore no bra. Tight short leather skirt, black
stockings and four inch heels completed the alluring image. Susan was also in
top form with a red see-through blouse and tight body hugging stretch pants that
focused one's attention on her perfectly proportioned spindle like legs. The
material hugged the crack of her ass and showed that she too wore no underwear.
Open toed black leather platform shoes finished the outfit. Susan made clear
that she would not be disappointed whoever won. Either I'd have proven that I
could get back into shape or she would again be able to enjoy John's big tool
and expert style. We had drinks and a light dinner... Susan kept refilling my
wine glass and encouraging me to drink (wine is one of my weaknesses and maybe I
had a little more than I should have before the upcoming match). Susan also
continued to berate me for the failure two weeks ago, knowing that the extra
stress would make me drink a little more too. After dinner, John said, "let's
get on with it..." as he stripped off his shirt, " I want to enjoy your wife's
tight pussy again while I watch you." Watch me? I was confused, but Susan
cleared things up without even being asked. "That's right, hubby. I knew that
the thought of getting to drill Tina was enough to motivate you, but to get John
and Tina to agree to a rematch I had to up the stakes since you had already
demonstrated that you were a loser. If you win, you get your dream of screwing
Tina as in the original wager, but if you lose for a second time, not only does
John get to fuck me, but Tina gets to fuck you." She snickered as she produced a
strap-on dildo from under the sofa cushion. "... and you will serve John and
Tina as their personal servant for an entire weekend". God, now I really needed
to win ...I wish I had really stuck to my workout plans but that was water over
the dam. We stripped down to our shorts and Susan gave the signal to begin. We
started to wrestle and it was almost even for a while, but John's strength and
endurance were too much for me not to mention the effects of the wine. Soon I
was helpless, held face down on the rug in a full nelson. John demanded I give
in. I tried to resist but after a few moments of the pain in my arm and his
weight crushing my back, I agreed he had won. "Cry Uncle, like a little girl in
a high pitched voice." John demanded, furthering my humiliation. I knew he had
me and so I did as he asked. "Now, beg me to fuck your wife because you're too
much of a wimp to fuck her properly" he continued. It pained me but again, I did
as he asked. "Now ask Tina nicely if she would please fuck your ass with her
cock". One more time, I did as he asked begging her and telling her she could
fuck me for as long as she wanted until she was satisfied. "Now, promise you'll
be our house servant for a weekend". Again, I did exactly as asked and promised
to do whatever they asked for the entire weekend. While he was doing this, Tina
had pulled off my shorts and started playfully spanking my ass. As a final
demand, John ordered me to thank Tina for spanking my wimp ass. Again, I did as
he asked, knowing that all semblance of my self-respect had been drained from
me. John was also satisfied that my resistance was completely gone, so he
released the hold on my arm and had me lick my Susan's pussy lips to get her
nice and wet for him. Tina stood above me as I was forced to watch John enter my
lovely wife's sweet pussy. As they began fucking, Tina dropped her leather
miniskirt and donned the strap on dildo...making me latch the belt tightly for
her before having me kneel at her feet and suck her rubber cock. Susan and John
stopped for a moment to watch as Tina had me turn around on my knees to present
my butt to her. Susan added to my humiliation, snickering, "I always knew you
were a pussy, and now you're going to get fucked like one". The dildo hurt as it
entered my virgin ass but that didn't slow down Tina. She fucked me like she was
a guy who hadn't had sex for six months. After about ten minutes of abuse, Tina
got off fucking my ass. She unbuckled the dildo and planted it back in my ass as
she pushed me down on my back and had me lick her sopping pussy to a second
orgasm. Meanwhile, John had resumed fucking my lovely Susan. They changed
positions several times before John was about to cum. Just as his big cock began
spurting, he pulled it from Susan's pulsing pussy and shot his cum down her leg
with some of it landing on her open toed shoes. The three of them enjoyed my
final humiliation of the evening as I had to lick John's cum off Susan's toes,
shoes, leg and finally from out of her dripping pussy. When they left, Susan
derided me for not taking my training seriously and told me that because of it I
had gotten what I deserved. I knew she was right and just hung my head in shame
and went to bed a broken man. I tried to stop my story here, but Susan made me
finish the rest of it and tell you about the weekend I had to spend with John
and Tina. I arrived there on Friday afternoon, straight from work. Tina was
barely dressed in a tiny bikini. I think that was to tease me as she gave me a
long list of chores to do. Basically I was ordered to clean John's condo from
top to bottom, vacuuming, washing windows, taking curtains down and
washing/ironing them. I was working like a dog ...and completely nude as Tina
had ordered. She enjoyed watching me, teasing me and taunting me that maybe this
work would get me into shape. When John arrived he basically ignored me as I
worked saying that Tina was in charge of supervising the maid. It wasn't until
nearly 11:30 when John and Tina went to bed that he ordered me into the bedroom.
He said that since I was a wimpy pussy, all I would be allowed to do is use my
tongue as he ordered me to lick Tina's asshole and drill my tongue into it
before having me suck on Tina's pussy to get her ready for him. I was then
relegated to observer standing at attention at the end of the bed while they
fucked. My final chore of the evening was cleaning Tina's pussy before being
allowed to retire. Saturday was more hard labor cleaning and even painting the
basement walls. About 3pm John interrupted me to order me to take a shower...
they were having guests for dinner and I would be serving. "In the nude?" I
asked incredulously. "Of course not" responded John. Well, it was almost as bad.
After I got out of the shower, Tina was there to dress me. White lace bra, white
cotton bikini panties that barely covered my cock, white lace garter belt, and
sheer white stockings. White lace gloves and a white lace choker collar
completed the outfit. Tina explained that since I was a wimp pussy, I would be
dressed as a maid rather than a butler. Following instructions, I set the dining
room table for four. God I couldn't believe that I would actually be seen by two
other people dressed like this. I begged John to let me go home. He laughed as
he asked whether I needed to be beaten again in order to keep my word. I knew
he'd also tell Susan and I'd never hear the end of it. With my head hung down I
told John that I would keep my word and do whatever they asked until Sunday
night. All was ready by 4:30 as John and Tina got dressed. At 5:00 the doorbell
rang which I answered as instructed. You can imagine my surprise when I opened
the door and saw my lovely wife Susan arm in arm with Eddie Jones. Eddie is a
young black junior executive in her office. Eddie is an appropriate name since
he looks almost exactly like Eddie Murphy. This was too much. it was one thing
to be degraded by my wife but for her to show up at a dinner party in the arms
of an other man was just more than I could bear. I was totally embarrassed and
humiliated as Susan introduced me and explained the events leading to my current
position in full detail. She added that she was glad to be with a real man like
Eddie in case John and Tina's dinner turned into something sexual. I just
couldn't believe it; here was my very own wife giving Eddie the "green light" to
enjoy her sexually right there in front of me. As I served the four of them
dinner, I was unable to forget about my humiliating outfit. Every time I did
anything, one of them would make some derogatory comment about the wimp or the
pussy maid. As dinner ended, John suggested they adjourn to the living room and
get more "comfortable". I served them all another glass of wine and soon the
four of them were petting wildly on John's oversized sofa. Watching Susan being
turned on by black Eddie was humiliating but, I have to admit that, at the same
time it was stimulating. Susan decided to further my humiliation asking me
whether I approved of her fucking Eddie or was there any man left in her
husband, the pussy wimp that would fight for her? God, she was doing it again,
goading me into fighting Eddie. He was in good shape but not overly muscular.
Well, what did I have to loose? I could let Eddie fuck her or I could fight him
and maybe win...or at worst, still have to watch him fuck Susan. They didn't
tell me that Eddie was an ex- Marine boxer. The fight was on as the furniture
was cleared from the middle of the room and Eddie stripped down to his black
nylon shorts. The ensuing wrestling match was short and pretty one sided since I
was tired and exhausted from working all day. I thought it was over when he
pinned me, but Eddie had other ideas. As he knelt on my shoulders, his crotch
was only inches from my face...I could feel the heat and smell the musk of his
manhood. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed my balls and started to
squeeze..."lick my underwear, suck my balls, get me good and hard you slut". I
couldn't believe the way Eddie was talking to me..and I couldn't believe I found
myself obeying him completely but then again, I knew that I had little choice.
As I licked the smooth nylon briefs, his big black cock swelled to the point
where the cockhead was peeking out over the waistband. Eddie decided to take off
the shorts. A huge black cock, much, much larger than mine was now only inches
from my face. I heard my Susan gasp at it's largeness and then Eddie cried out,
"suck it wimp," as he shoved his cockhead into my reluctant mouth. What could I
do but accept it as he fucked my face with his big black tool. I thought he was
going to cum in my mouth as I heard Susan tell him not to waste his orgasm on
me. But Eddie didn't stop as he explained to Susan that he could stay hard all
night and cum six or seven times on a typical evening so there would be plenty
left for her. Just as he said that I felt the first hot spurts splash against
the back of my throat. Eddie pulled out as he continued to pump his cum all over
my face. That set the theme for the rest of the evening as the four of them
fucked in every different combination and I was required to perform cleanup
duties not only for the two pussies but also for John and Eddie's cocks.
Wrestler - Part 3
When I returned home that Sunday night, Susan lit into me, describing me as an
over the hill couch potato who couldn't wrestle his way out of a paper bag. I
defended myself saying that I just needed to get into shape. Well, that's
exactly what she had in mind too saying that she would not be embarrassed by me
again or I would pay dearly. ...and she was personally going to take over my
training. To loose the 20 excess pounds I was carrying, Susan put me on a near
starvation diet which I had to follow exactly. Susan also goes to the gym for
aerobics class twice a week and works out at the gym with three other women from
the class on other days. My humiliation continued as Susan made me work out in a
pale pink leotard with her all female group every single day. On the first day
she forced me to explain why I was there to the other women in complete detail.
She also started giving me two pills a day, morning and night, that she said
were steroids she had purchased from one of the weight lifting instructors at
the gym. They should help my muscles regain their bulk and strength. After two
and a half weeks, there were noticeable changes. I had dropped 14 pounds, my
waist (pants size) had dropped a little over 5 inches. While my legs, arms and
chest were firming up, there were no huge muscles developing but I did feel
better than I had in a long time and looked better too, particularly with summer
just starting. She said that our training regimen would continue until I could
beat any man she chose for me to fight. All this time, Susan didn't let up,
reminding me how easily I had been beaten by every man I fought and each had
been better than me at satisfying her sexually. Every year my boss throws a
Fourth of July pool party at his house. The whole division is invited so there's
usually quite a crowd, 30-40 people including wives. Susan bought me a brand new
Speedo type bathing suit and coordinated tight tee shirt to show off my
renovated body - I had usually worn the boxer type for the last ten years along
with a loose sport-shirt trying to hid my paunch. Susan warned me that I could
do a lot of damage to our training program if I over ate at the party -
typically I'd have packed away three or four burgers and tons of chips during
the course of a long afternoon party. Susan set the ground rules: I could have
one hot-dog, no chips, no hamburgers, and all the salad I wanted. I groaned....
then she added that since she wanted me to enjoy myself, I could drink all the
beer I wanted ...but I would not be allowed to pee until we returned home. The
weather was great on the Fourth and there was a big crowd having a great time.
Susan looked great as usual in her revealing string bikini. She keeps her body
in such good shape that even some of the girls in their twenties were envious. I
had to admit I didn't look too bad either. I'd had my hot-dog and three beers
which was starting to get close to my bladder's limit, but I was feeling pretty
good as was Susan. My boss, George and his wife, Betty, were chatting with us as
we sat near the pool. George said the change in me was really noticeable and he
was happy that I had started to take some interest in my appearance. Even though
I had been doing good work, he said he'd been reluctant to send me to new
clients since I hadn't presented the kind of image he wanted for the business. I
was floating on Cloud Nine, feeling really proud of myself and pleased that the
boss had noticed. Then Susan joined in, "Did he tell you why he's become
motivated to get back in shape and how we're doing this together?". Well, Susan
went on to explain in humiliating detail how I had fought her boss, loosing
twice. I couldn't believe it when she also explained all the details of the
wager. I could see Betty's eyes lighting up as she looked me over - no way was I
going to fight George on the same terms. Susan completed her humiliating expose
by telling them all about our workout routine including the pink leotard I am
forced to wear. By the time she was done, I wanted to crawl away and hide under
a rock. I tried excusing myself to go to the bathroom, but Susan reminded me of
our deal - right there in front of George and Betty. Well, rather than firing me
on the spot, George was still pretty positive saying that behind every man was a
good woman providing support as he kissed Betty. "I guess some men need more
support than others from their women". I thought the subject would be dropped
there, but George continued to talk saying that Carlos Santiago, a young
Hispanic fellow who had recently joined the company had also been a
semi-professional wrestler at one time. Before I could say anything, George had
called Carlos and his girlfriend over to the table. Carlos is a short 5'4" but
solidly built. His girlfriend, Maria, was a real knockout - also Hispanic, she
was 5'2", black hair, dark skinned with an hour glass figure - full breasts,
tiny narrow waist and beautiful legs. With the six of us sitting there at
poolside, George had Susan repeat our story, but this time she added that
unmistakable goading of me that she knew would get my ego to override my brain.
At the end, Carlos was laughing and the others were chuckling at me. I felt
totally humiliated. Then George and Susan almost simultaneously made the
suggestion that I could regain some of my self respect by wrestling Carlos and
winning. Sure I said, I was in great shape and had a good height advantage on
Carlos. George got up and shouted for overtone's attention, saying that just for
fun and entertainment, Carlos and I would wrestle. The winner would get a VIP
parking space at the office. (Thank goodness, George didn't announce the real
terms of the wager: The winner would get the other man's woman while the loser
was forced to watch but not allowed to participate. George and Betty would get
to watch too no matter who won). The match was reasonable, with both of us
getting and then loosing the upper hand. Unfortunately, the beer and my full
bladder were distracting my concentration - Carlos was able to get a hold of my
leg dropping me onto my back with him twisting my leg. He demanded I concede,
but I managed to hold on squirming to get out of his hold. He pulled my leg over
further, trying to lift the leg and shift my weight onto my shoulders for the
pin. In this position he reached behind me grabbing the waistband of my bathing
suit to further lift my back. I'm not sure exactly what it was - maybe the
pressure on my kidneys or bladder, but I lost control and starting peeing. It
was pretty obvious to the crowd as the stream of yellow piss spurted through the
tight material of my bathing suit and ran across my stomach and down my chest. I
was totally embarrassed and humiliated as I quickly conceded to Carlos in order
to get out of the spotlight. "You're a real pissy wimp, aren't you?" sneered
Carlos. Everyone laughed as George made some comment on the dangers of drinking
too much beer before a fight. Fortunately the crowd dispersed and I quickly went
over to his outdoor pool shower to get rinsed off. As I returned to the table,
George was telling Carlos and Susan that they could settle the wager using
George's guest room. In order not to attract too much attention, we left the
table and went into the house separately, Susan and Carlos first, followed by
George and Betty with Maria and I wandering off last in separate directions. By
the time I reached the bedroom, Carlos and Susan were already naked on the bed,
Carlos on his back with Susan licking and sucking his big tool to get him good
and hard. Maria stripped off her bathing suit and joined Susan as the two of
them licked his big cock like a giant lollipop. Betty was sitting in an arm
chair at the side of the bed watching with George standing alongside her. Susan
stopped her sucking long enough to order me to remove my tight bathing suit and
stand at the foot of the bed to get a good view of a real man making love to my
wife. I guess Susan was training me pretty well at this point because my cock
was rock hard just at the prospect of watching her getting fucked. Susan was not
amused and she knew exactly how to humiliate me further, "You're not man enough
to win the right to fuck your own wife. Get that obscene little prick of yours
out of sight - pull it back between your legs and keep your thighs together so
we don't have to see your wimpy cock." I don't know where she learned that one,
but I did as instructed. As I looked down I was further humiliated by the visual
effect - I no longer had a cock or balls - instead it looked like a had a pussy!
Betty, who had removed her bathing suit and was fingering her pussy, laughed out
loud at the humiliating sight I presented. The she said in a commanding voice,
"Get your slave mouth down here where it belongs, between my legs!" I was taken
aback, frozen for an instant, not expecting Betty to address me that way or be
issuing orders to me. Then, as I was about to obey, I saw that George was
already on his knees in front of Betty! Finding out that George was dominated by
his wife was quite a surprise, but I now better understood his comment earlier
that behind every good man was a better woman. Susan, Carlos and Maria were
having a great time. At one point Maria and Carlos were each sucking one of
Susan's luscious breasts as she played with her hot open pussy directly in front
of me. They seemed to be doing their own choreography as they changed into many
different positions... arriving at one of Susan's favorites. She was on her back
with Carlos between her legs pumping her pussy with his fat cock and Maria
kneeling over her face. As Susan lapped at Maria's pussy, Carlos grunted. I
could see his balls convulse as he pumped his creamy cum into my Susan. His
orgasm triggered her's as I watched her body tighten. Maria dismounted to reveal
my Susan's smiling face covered with Maria's juices. Maria moved into a kneeling
position alongside Susan, kissing and licking her glistening face as Carlos
pulled out of my wife, cock still hard, and began fucking Maria doggy style. A
few minutes later he pumped his second load into Maria. Susan, still on her back
moved to the end of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge and her slippery
pink pussy gaping wide open. Her pointing finger was all the instructions I
needed to know where my tongue was supposed to be. Kneeling at her feet, I
proceeded to clean her pussy of Carlos' spicy cum. Given past ordeals, I
expected to have to provide similar cleanup services for Maria, but Betty took
care of that... George was kneeling alongside me doing Maria before I had
finished lapping Susan. Carlos and Betty had been talking while watching us. I
could only hear the end of the conversation as Betty said, "OK, but remember,
George's slave cock is not allowed any pussy." I was confused, but it didn't
take long to find out what they had decided. I was ordered back to my
humiliating position keeping my cock out of sight. Carlos laid flat on the bed
as Susan mounted his erect pole. After enjoying a few thrusts, Carlos pulled
Susan down close to him exposing her perfect ass. Betty was there with a tube of
KY lubing my wife's ass, working first one, then two and finally three of her
long fingers in and out. Then she motioned to George who moved in, kneeling
between Carlos' legs to plant his cock in my wife's rear hole. With Betty as
coach and cheerleader, they double fucked my lovely wife while I stood there
helplessly watching. While this was going on, Maria had moved around behind me.
Standing with her body rubbing up against my back, she increased my humiliation
verbally and by using one hand to pull my cock painfully further between my legs
while she used her other hand to play with my nipples. In her cute Spanish
accent, she demanded I tell everyone how much I loved seeing my Susan being
fucked in her pussy and ass by others because I wasn't man enough for her.
Carlos and George came almost simultaneously pumping their cum into both of
Susan's holes. That together with Maria's pulling on my cock was too much for me
and I came as well. That was painful because of the position of my cock forced
back between my legs. But is wasn't as painful as what followed. My cum
splattered on Maria's legs - she was pissed, screaming obscenities in Spanish at
me just before she brought her petite little knee crashing up into my tightly
stretched balls. The pain was overwhelming as I crumpled to the bedroom floor.
The afternoon ended for me after I had performed my cleanup chores for Susan,
but Betty took Susan, Carlos and Maria to her bedroom ordering George to come
along to watch. Maybe tonight Susan will tell me what went on in the other
bedroom, but for now, I can only hope for the best but be prepared for the
worst.
The End!
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